“Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?” My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I held back from seeing Jacob much during those weeks. He wanted only his mother, and I wasn’t sure I could handle… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“What were you going to make for Christmas dinner?” one of my older children asked in a very reasonable tone. I cleared… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“You have no idea how well you are doing,” John complimented me just a few minutes after he mentioned the Christmas card.… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I often wondered after David’s death: Had they known something then? Did their very souls recognize each other? Did Jacob, closer to… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“In the midst of the darkness of loss, I found light. Admittedly, in those first weeks, it might have been but a… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“That evening I sat across from Jeremy Bulloch and Jacob at the dinner table. I watched as Jeremy, who seemed to speak… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“The whole encounter was surreal. No one had mentioned cancer. I hadn’t requested special treatment for Jacob. Yet he’d just nabbed a… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“We continued talking as my purchases were rung up—about the first Christmas, the sadness of ending up in a cemetery on a holiday, and… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Compulsive? I lived and breathed refunding, and my children benefited with their wide variety of toys, balls, and T-shirts I obtained through my hobby.… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?” My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered her question.… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I held back from seeing Jacob much during those weeks. He wanted only his mother, and I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Later, as I attempted to lean over the high sides of the hospital bed to kiss David, I couldn’t reach either his forehead or… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I motioned for him to take a seat. He listened quietly as I explained what had happened. By the… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Don’t you believe that Jacob can be healed?” some persisted, pressuring Elizabeth to believe—just believe—and Jacob would be healed. The underlying message was that… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Despite their inherent messiness, consumers aren’t about to give up on a mode of savings that is so much under their control. Afer all,… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Initially, after David’s diagnosis, I would cringe when I read books or articles by cancer survivors who stated that cancer had been a gift… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some years. I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I was not above filching empty candy bar wrappers from trash bins at the park or picking up the back cards of batteries from… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“For the majority of our marriage I was so busy mothering babies and nursing on demand that by the end of the day I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
